ROBYN (still in progress)

1 - She had her own demons

The bright and diverse colors of lilies are commonly used to express happiness.

In a town like Arcane- it's difficult to find time to yourself. Everyone knows everything about everybody. There is no such thing as 'mind your own business'. It leaves little to no time at all to take a moment and breathe. But after the accident it felt as if I was constantly underwater.

The meadow with packed-lilies by the towns' lake was always a 'thinking place' for me.

But right then- it was filled with smiling sticky children and their 'full of laughter' mothers.

The sense of peace filled my mind as I stood before the unfamiliar scenery, there with the suns' beam on my face making me yearn for a cool glass of water. With extra ice of course.

The soft sound of the familiar laughter made my ears perk as I turned to the source. Not completely surprised of who I saw sitting by my side.

The whistling breeze carried the tune the birds were singing. The wind blew through our dark hair in undeniable rhythm. Our blue eyes seemed almost grey under the sunlight. The only sound was a mix of my sundress suddenly over lapping- the wind wanted to star me in my own Marilyn Monroe with a fan underneath her dress moment- and the soft laughter my aunt Rebekah was giving because I was getting frustrated, made my face wear a touching smile.

The sudden remeberence of the way I felt then- brought out an overwhelming feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Now I remembered.... lillies remind us that if it can bring such happiness it can also remind us of death.

In the blink of an eye, the invisible sun simultaneously went down and the sky turned dark in seconds.

No other soul in sight.

The night seemed idealistically endless. As if I've been here for years. Almost as if sensing my uneasiness- the sky above me seemed to get impossibly darker.

The drizzle of rain that started was unsettling, yet the only thing I can hear is my steady but rapid heartbeat.

I keep feeling this pull at my chest almost as if it's telling me that something was wrong.

When I come to focus on that feeling it rained even harder. By now I'm like an ant in the middle of a full on hurricane.

Followed by a loud roar of thunder that ignited- the rain hit the pavement beneath me with as much force as possible.

A purging flash almost immediately blinds me then.

My eyes- deceiving me as I see the very thing that always turned my stomach into knots. Aunt Rebekah.

But this time two holes filtered her body. Her face free from any happiness I seen not five minutes ago.

Her skin meat-less, her black hair that would fall in lavish curls now stuck to her shoulders and face. She wore the same night-dress from that night.

My heart helplessly slows its pace, as the image of the dreadfully familiar person starts to make their way to me. Like this she looked like the girl from the Ring.

Every second that passes is followed by the deafening sound of my heartbeat thudding loudly in my ear and the loud footsteps Aunt Rebekah made. Her wet feet splashed on the very street we were on. Tempting me.

It looked real- it felt.. real.

"Trust none, they will be your downfall."

Her usually soft voice was disguised as a raspy, old one.